21 Austin

Austin

Ford was in the shower.

I didn’t even let myself second-guess my next move.

Which was to slip into the shower behind him.

“What are you doing?” he asked, keeping his back to me. I should have known that I couldn’t sneak up on him.

“I felt dirty,” I replied with a smirk, knowing he could hear it in my tone. “Couldn’t wait to use the shower.”

I slipped my arms around his waist, pressing my cheek to the back of his neck. His skin was slick and warm from the water. Steam billowed around us, enveloping us in a cloud of illusion.

Or so I was calling it.

Nothing could touch us here. All our problems stayed outside of this steam box that was barely big enough for the two of us.

His hands covered mine, and when his fingers pressed against the spaces between mine, I let him slip in and lock us together. A happy hum escaped me, and maybe I should have been embarrassed, but I just didn’t have it in me to hide from him.

That realization brought me to a screeching halt. I forced my breaths to remain even and tried to relax my now-tense body.

If he asked me, I would have to confess how intense and deep the feelings were hitting me, because I’d already decided I’d never lie to him. I couldn’t.

“I’ve never taken a shower with anyone before,” I blurted out as a distraction. “I mean, as long as you don’t count when we come back from a mission and we all shower in the same room together. They’re separate stalls with doors, so it doesn’t really count.”

Ford snorted, released my hands, and turned around in my hold. He wiped the water from his face before wrapping his arms around my waist.

“I’m going to say it doesn’t count,” he said, a hint of teasing in his tone. “Only counts if you rub naked parts together.”

I barked out a laugh.

“Don’t ever say ‘naked parts’ again, please.” Even as I said this, I pulled him closer, rubbing our very hard and eager naked parts together.

I couldn’t get enough of him. Couldn’t stop touching him. Couldn’t stop looking at him. And yeah, I was hard and horny, but it wasn’t even about that for me. I just wanted to be around him. I wanted to know him. Wanted a connection to him all the damn time.

I didn’t give a fuck if it was weird or smothering or too intense. It was how I felt, and after not feeling anything remotely close to this for my whole life, I didn’t want to deny myself for even a second.

I groaned as he fisted my cock. Slick with soap, his hand slid smoothly up and back down my shaft. His movements were slow, almost lazy. He wasn’t holding me tight enough, wasn’t stroking me fast enough. It was driving me insane, but I didn’t want him to stop. I let my chin fall to my chest and watched as my hips rocked, pushing my cock through his grip faster.

His other hand ended up in my hair, grip tight as he pulled my head back until I met his eyes. Heavily breaths ghosted hot over my damp lips. I’d never known what it was like to be wanted like this. His eyes were dark, filled with lust. Yet, somehow, they were filled with care too.

Our lips touched, sending a spark shooting down my spine and tingles spreading outward. He kissed me as lazily as his hand stroked me, acting as if he had all the time in the world to get me off.

I opened up for him as he deepened the kiss.

Feeling bold, I reached for his cock. The moment I touched him, he growled and pulled away from me. In a blink, I was turned around and my chest met the cool tile of the shower wall. His body pressed into mine, and I turned my head to meet his lips. He had my cock in his grasp again, and I was powerless to move in this position.

He had the upper hand, the power. He owned me in this moment, and I wasn’t about to argue. Maybe there was a part of me that wanted to be taken care of. To have enough trust in someone that I could hand over the control.

It hit me hard as he stroked my throbbing cock and kissed my swollen lips and took care of every single part of me. Ford was that for me. He’d somehow become the one person I trusted the most. How did that happen? I felt like I barely knew him.

But was that true?

I knew what kind of man he was before I even rescued him from being stranded in a broken-down shed. I saw bits of him that he didn’t necessarily hide, but he didn’t always show everyone. He was stoic and hard, but he had a big heart. He cared. He wanted to make the world a better place. He was honest and open. Truthful and real.

I whined in the back of my throat when he released my cock. Then his fingers ran the length of my spine, continuing down until he used them to split my crack. My body jerked, but not away from him. My back arched and I nearly moaned into his mouth.

“Please,” I panted before sucking his tongue.

“You want me to touch you here?” he asked as his finger tapped my rim.

“Yes,” I breathed out. I was so desperate for him to touch me there. To massage me with the tip of his finger. To loosen me up. To slip inside until I felt one knuckle, then two.

A thick, cold substance hit my back and dribbled down my crack as he held my cheeks open with two hands. He released me to rub the soap along my skin, making me slick and clean. His hands continued touching me, cleaning me, until I was wound tight and at his mercy. He used his sudsy hand to jerk me twice, then he cupped my balls, giving them a good squeeze before retreating again. He grabbed the shower head from the holder and rinsed my back. His hand slid along my heated skin until he was certain I was rinsed off. Then he spun me around, his eyes dark as he did the same to my front.

When he put the shower head back and turned off the now ice-cold water, I stared at him like he was crazy. Was he really done? That was it? Sure, the cold water wasn’t really helping to keep my erection looking fully up and presentable, but that didn’t mean I wanted to stop.

He pulled me closer, lips at my ear as he said, “How about I take you to bed and make you filthy, then get you clean again?”

I didn’t bother drying off as I bolted out of the shower and dashed out of the bathroom. My head fell back and I laughed when I realized that I was dragging Ford behind me by the hand. He pulled me into him, laughing too.

I felt so light. Free. And that wasn’t something I’d felt… in a really long fucking time.

My back slammed against the wall as he fell into me and kissed me hard. We stumbled and tripped our way into my room, where we fell on the bed without an ounce of finesse. I ended up on top, my hands on his chest, my lips mashed against his. We laughed and kissed and touched and kissed some more.

I licked my way down his chest, taking time to flick my tongue over his nipple.

I wasn’t na?ve, exactly. I knew about sex. I’d had sex… granted it was with one person and that person was a woman. But maybe it didn’t really matter. All I had to do was try something and listen to the sounds I received in return.

Like now, I nipped at his nipple and his chest vibrated with a deep primal noise that told me to do it again.

When I left his nipple and made a line of open-mouthed kisses down his chest, he put his hand on my head as if he needed to hold onto me.

His cock was beautiful. Long and the perfect girth to fit in my hand. His body shuddered when I kissed the tip. With my eyes on his, I licked the pre-cum from my lips.

He lifted his head to see me better, curling his arm so he could lean his head on it. His bicep bulged, and I was the one shuddering. I think I had a thing for arms. His arms, specifically.

I was desperate to taste him.

“Austin,” he warned as I hovered above his hard cock.

I flashed him a smirk before pressing him against my lips and sliding down his cock.

“Fuck,” he hissed.

His stomach muscles tensed as I let the tip of his cock tap the back of my throat. I got a tickle in my nose and my eyes watered. I went as deep as I was comfortable with. I didn’t want to ruin this moment. I figured I had time to push myself and work on my skills later. A little at a time.

I bobbed up and down a few times before he pulled me off of his cock. It slapped wetly against his skin.

Something told me I wouldn’t be tasting him tonight. Whatever he was thinking, I was ready for it. I wanted it. Fuck, I think I craved it even if I’d never had it before.

“How far do you want to go tonight?” he asked as he flipped me onto my back. His lips went to my neck and I had trouble remembering the question for a second. “Austin.”

“Oh, um, yeah. All. I mean, all the way,” I said, struggling to get out my words. I knew what I wanted but I was having trouble knowing what words were at the moment. I tried not to cringe at the way I sounded like a virgin on prom night.

My cheeks heated, but Ford didn’t laugh at me.

“I can have you?” he asked, to be sure. He lifted his head, eyes searching mine for the truth.

Maybe I hadn’t thought about this a ton, but I knew what I was asking for. I wanted him. All of him. I was ready for everything.

“I want to be inside you,” he said. His brows pulled together as if he thought he was asking for too much.

“Please,” I nearly begged. “But we don’t have…”

I didn’t get to finish that sentence. He pulled back and flipped me on my stomach. His strong muscles were good for more than just arm porn for my pleasure. His fingers dug into my hips as he yanked them in the air. My knees folded naturally and I held myself up.

Before I could ask what was going on, I felt his hands palming my cheeks before splitting them.

I wasn’t kidding, we didn’t have lube. He knew this. We’d talked about it at the same time we had the talk about how recently we’d been tested and that it came back clean since condoms were also something we didn’t currently have. And though we could use olive oil, we were not currently in the kitchen where the bottle lived.

His breath ghosted over my hole and my entire body vibrated with anticipation. His tongue was warm and wet as he licked up my crease.

This was… different. It felt extremely intimate, more so than anything we’d done so far.

My cheeks heated, and for a split second, I felt self-conscious. But that feeling went out the window when his mouth kissed my hole. Then his tongue again, licking me until I relaxed. Until I was soft for him. Until he could push inside of me.

“Ford,” I moaned or whined or something.

His finger slipped inside of me, working me open as he continued to lick me. His spit made it slick, and I was slightly worried about using just that as lube. But I told myself that Ford wouldn’t hurt me. He’d always take care of me.

I was about to beg him to stop torturing me and give me his cock already. I took in a breath to say just that. Like he read my mind, he flipped me over and settled his weight on top of me. He brought his lips to mine, hesitating for a reason I wasn’t sure of. My hands grabbed the sides of his face and I pulled him down into a heated kiss. His cock brushed against mine, and if he kept it up, I was going to blow.

When he broke away, he sat back on his heels.

“Pillow,” he demanded, and my arm blindly reached out to snag one, tossing it at him so hard it caused a breeze to ruffle his hair.

He smiled at me softly. Then he urged me to lift my hips, where he shoved the pillow under. And suddenly it made sense. His hands went to my knees, pushing them up as he looked down at my hole.

“Stay like this,” he told me.

I said nothing as I moved my hands to my knees to take over. I pulled them closer to my shoulders, opening myself up for him as much as I could.

He tested my hole again with his finger. I was still slick, but I wasn’t sure it would be enough. My eyes were wide as he spit into his hand and worked it over his cock. He did it again and again, and the shinier his cock became with spit, the harder my cock grew. I was leaking pre-cum all over my stomach.

“Ready?” he asked, hand gripping the base of his cock as I felt him nudge my fluttering pucker.

“Yes! Please. Now. Yes.” I rushed out in a volume that gave away how eager I was.

He didn’t laugh or chuckle at me. He did send me a brief smile that set me at ease while also making my heart flutter.

The pressure increased as he slid inside me. There was resistance, but I tried hard to relax and stay open for him. He slid inside with a grunted push, and I did wince.

“Kiss me,” I begged. Partly because I wanted to kiss him, but mostly because I needed a distraction. And his eyes on me were stressing me out a little. I liked it when he watched me, but at this moment, I needed him one hundred percent in participation mode. That meant thrusting and touching and kissing all at the same time.

He did not disappoint.

Ford was a very skilled and giving lover.

His hips worked slowly, rocking like calm waves in the ocean. Once I felt brave enough, I wrapped my leg around him, canting my hips with each thrust, silently urging him to give me more.

Our faces became buried in each other’s shoulders, as the room filled with heavy breaths and grunting. Our skin became slick with sweat.

He slipped his hand between us, fingers brushing my skin before he wrapped them around my aching cock. Holding himself over me with one arm, his gaze bore into me, beautiful and intense, and I didn’t even hate the way he was looking at me.

“I’m going to…” I said over a dry throat.

“Come for me, Austin,” he said, but it wasn’t quite an order. His voice was rich and smooth, it coated my body in thick emotions that felt like warmed honey. I swore he could ask me anything right now and I’d give it to him without even thinking.

Everything inside me coiled tight as heat shot down my spine and exploded in my balls. My fingers dug into his shoulders as my head tilted back.

“Ford!” I called his name as I came so hard my vision blurred. He worked me, again and again, until my cock was spent and overly sensitive.

“Kiss me,” he demanded, leaving my cock and thrusting into me until the snap of our skin slapping together sounded like a thunderclap echoing in the room.

I leaned up and kissed him hard, nibbling at his bottom lip before sucking his tongue into my mouth. If it were possible, his cock became like fire in my ass, and then his body shivered as he filled me up with his release.

After two more thrusts, he nearly collapsed on top of me. I couldn’t stop the laugh that slipped up my throat as I wrapped my arms around him, uncaring about the sweat and cum and mess.

“It’s typically not a good thing when someone laughs after getting fucked,” he mumbled into my shoulder.

I held him tighter.

“It is when I do it,” I told him. “It means you make me feel safe. Alive… real. I don’t know if I’m saying it right.”

He lifted his head to look into my eyes. He was wearing a lazy smile and I could feel the way my lips mirrored it.

“I understand completely,” he said. “Thank you.”

I swore I wasn’t going to cry.

But a few tears might have slipped out.

And Ford, the perfect person that he was, held me until I put myself back together again.